“Do as I say.”

I sigh and then start to take off my jacket.

“Slowly,” he says.

“It’s freezing out.”

“Do it slowly,” he grinds out. “And I promise to take it slowly with you.”

Well, at least I can’t turn my nose up at the reward.

So I slowly remove my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor of the backseat. Then my tank top until I’m just in my bra.

“Gorgeous tits.” He nearly growls. “Jeans next.”

I take off my boots and socks, then slide down my jeans until I’m just in my bra and panties, standing by the side of the road. No one has driven by yet but that doesn’t mean they won’t. The air is nipping at my skin, making it buzz and the grass underneath my feet is cool and wet. I feel like I’m slowly becoming alive again.

Then I look down. My bra and underwear do not match whatsoever. You would think I would have remembered the cardinal rule I used to follow when I was younger – when sleeping with a guy, always make sure your bra and underwear match. That and always carry mints or gum on you, don’t wear too sticky lip gloss and make sure you exfoliate every inch of you, even when you don’t think you’ll get lucky because those are usually the days that you do.

“You’re a damn goddess, you know that?” he says. His voice is so rich and deep, it could command me to go streaking down the road right now and I’d probably do that. “Remove your bra.”

I reach behind me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them, making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending a hand in turning me on.

“Now, your knickers,” he says.

I slide them down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the time.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car. Slowly.”

It’s good timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.

“They’re gone. Get your fine arse in here.”

I slide on in, the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room. Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip and for some reason it makes my mouth water.

He rubs his thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans back, holding his cock tight around the base.

“Just lick,” he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend you’re molasses.”

I get as comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge. He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.

“You like that, do you, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cum?”

I nod and lick him again, this way going back down.

Now he’s groaning and pushing his cock up against my tongue. “You know what they say, the worse something is for you, the better it tastes.”

I give him a sly look, pausing just to say, “And I know you’re bad for me.”

“Very bad, and yet, oh so good.”

I lick him fully and completely, all the way around.

“Now put your lips over the head and just suck on the tip. Slowly.” I do as he says but his hand goes to my hair and he grips it hard, tilting my head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to look at me while you do.”

Shit. Eye contact has never really been my thing, especially during sex, but if it turns him on then I want to see it on his face. I stare at him with lustful eyes and he watches me right back. His gaze is intense, primal, consuming.

Finally he breaks it, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the seat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

I pause, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Do you want me to keep going?”

He shakes his head, breathing heavily. “No,” he says huskily. “I want you to flip around so you’re on all fours. Your arse facing me.”

Well, okay then. I hesitate but he raises his chin and looks at me, those eyes gleaming with so much desire that I find myself getting wet all over again. Just a look, just a suggestion and I’m all his.

“So fucking perfect,” he says. His voice is beyond guttural I can almost feel his vibrations. I’m a ball of nerves and temptation as I feel him shift from behind me and place his hands on either cheek. “So bloody ripe.”

“Ouch!” I cry out. Did he just bite my ass?

“Sorry,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s taking a lot to not eat you whole. But I can’t hold off for much longer.”

He begins to massage and grip my skin then I feel the long, warm wet snake of his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower.

Instead, he spreads my cheeks apart and I flinch, not prepared for that.

“Relax,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a good thing going on here.”

To him, maybe. But I can’t relax, not when I feel a wet finger slide down my crack, probing in a place that should never be probed.

“Relax, Nicola,” he says again. “Trust me.”

I swallow, not sure if I’m brave enough for ass play, even though he talks about it all the damn time. But then his fingers go lower and slip between my folds, stroking them.

“So fucking wet,” he says, briefly teasing my clit before plunging his fingers inside me. “So fucking ready.”

I hear him shift and the sound of a condom packet being torn open. Then the swollen head of his cock slides up and down my ass. He pushes briefly in the wrong spot but before I can tell him off, he moves further down and I hear an amused grunt from him. Testing me.

His hands go back to gripping my hips and he moves me over an inch and back into him. He eases the tip of his dick inside me and then pushes a hand between my shoulder blades so my ass is raised, the angle better.

Bram lets out an animalistic moan as he sinks in and I can’t help but respond in the same way. From this angle he makes me feel so damn full, I can feel myself stretching beautifully around his thickness, soaking up every second that he’s inside me.

He slowly begins to slide out and then pushes back in, holding me in place until I start to slip. Then my hands are up against the door of the car, my face pressed against the fogged-up window as he slams into me again and again.

One hand of his goes for my clit, rubbing wild and messy, making me crazy and the other one goes back to my ass cheeks.

He briefly rubs between the crack, then positions his thumb at my ass and slowly pushes in.

I nearly freeze from the intrusion but I automatically clench around him. This is definitely dirty, this is definitely taboo, but my body is so turned on that it only makes matters worse. The more he pushes his thumb inside me, all while his hard cock is spreading me below, the more wild I feel, the more free.

I could finally let loose, be anything, anyone. And I wanted to be animal. He was making me one.

I groan loudly. I want to growl. I want to demand he fuck me even harder.

“You like that don’t you?” he growls. “It’s making you wetter and you’re already so fucking tight.” He pushes his thumb all the way in and I gasp. It’s both so wrong and so right at the same time and fucking hot as hell.

“You’re creaming around my cock, babe,” he murmurs, making a thick, primitive sound from somewhere deep inside. “You’re ready to come.”